Authors note: Sorry if it's not good. I'm just full of mixed emotions right now and lately I'm having trouble spelling things. I also didn't double check or edited anythings.

(Y/N) POV:
Location: ( unknown ), New York

I tucked in my necklace in my Oversize dirty gray shirt. My necklace is a dirty string with a golden corazón button hanging at the end. I don't know how to say that shape in English for some reason.

"Trick or treat!" I held open my black trash bag in front of the older woman that's holding a Orange glass bowl full of baggy goodies.

"What are you supposed to be, sweetie?" She ask politely as she place a bag goodies in my garbage bag.

"I'm a button!" I giggled looking down in my bag to see some homemade cookies inside the baggie with some lollipops. "Thank you!"

The older woman raise a eyebrow. "Not to sound rude but it just looks like a cardboard box cut into circle with some holes. Couldn't your mommy get a better costume?"

"I don't have mommy or daddy! Happy Halloween!" I turned around and ran away. I could slightly hear the older woman a gasp behind me.

"Come back! It's dangerous for a little girls to be out alone!"

I ignore her and continue my trick-or-treating.

I'm (Y/N). Just (Y/N). I don't know what's my last name or if I have one. I'm 8 years old. I lived in the streets my whole life! I think.

No family except for a friendly old homeless man that found me in the trash when I was a infant! He told me that he just found me when he was searching food on that faithful day. He told me he felt bad for me and didn't want to leave me, so he decided to take me with him. He wasn't a smart man but he had a big heart. He taught me the basics how to read and write. His English wasn't perfect but he tried and also taught me a little bit of Spanish. He also taught me how to defend myself if anybody wants to cause me harm. So basically he taught me how to whack people a stick and hit them in the no-no area.

He was real sweet but he never told me his name he said he doesn't even remember himself after so long under the 'influence' whatever that means. I just called him Mister or Sir, sometimes old man and papa by accident. One day I told him why he's homeless he just frowned before just whispering one word, 'drugs'.

He was a very sweet man. Always tell me to be careful not just with men but also women. Both can be terrible. And also he told me to respect everybody equally. Stay away from drugs, alcohol and sex. He said to never ever use drugs, alcohol is only for special occasions and sex is only for the person you are madly in love with but it has to be real love. He had trouble explaining what's real love but he basically said was what's your heart is telling you. Very sweet silly man....

Always made me laugh on my saddest days, always give me the best garbage when I was hungry. Not scared to hit a man or woman when they slap me or say something mean to me. Always give me the best looking clothes even if it's oversized. Give me such wonderful gifts like the necklace I'm wearing to this day, a piece of string with a golden corazón button at the end. He said he found it when a rich woman passed by him and her button popped off landing right in front of him. That day he found out it was made out of real gold he went to a pawn shop to see it was worth something. We went to a lot of pawnshops together. He came out of the shop happy seeing this is real gold and he could probably sell it for some money but thought I deserve this more. I should save this button and be careful with it.
He said a girl should at least have one piece of jewelry to wear even if it's just a button on a string. Such a very sweet man....

He said that he's not a sweet man and that he hates everything but me. Sometimes he could be a sour man. He always used to say such hateful words to himself. Saying that he's worthless, pathetic and waste of space. That regret taking cigarette that escalated to worse. I hate seeing him like that. I would hug him and tell him to stop saying such mean words to himself. I hate seeing the only person I care treat themselves like this. I wanted to give him something to make him feel special, I wanted him to smile, to be happy to be alive here with me.
I told him when I'm older I'm gonna take care of him, love him and make sure he always feels special. That made him smile but told me that he would prefer if I go to school, work, maybe get married, make a family and be happy. He wanted me to have a good future ahead of me and told me that he'll probably not be with me when I'm older. That made me confused. I asked him where he was going if he's not gonna be with me when I'm older. He only replied, 'I don't know. That's God to decide.' I didn't understand want he means by that.
He will randomly talk about God. He will say that he's our Lord and Savior. That he created us. That he is good. That he brings happiness, hope and joy...
Then... Why is Sir homeless? Why was I living in the garbage? Why did people pity us instead of helping? Sure, there was some good times but most of the times it was cold, hard, difficult and painful.
I didn't mind it... as long as I was with Sir. But 'God'... please tell me? Out of everything and everyone why did you take him away from me? Why didn't you give him the strength to wake up that cold wet morning? Why did you made him so blue and pale? Why did you took away the only person that's was closest to a family away from me? Why?... I don't understand... He was fine yesterday and day before that and day before that.... I want him back... bring him back to me... why don't you answer me? Was it because I never prayed to you before? Or believed?...

I want him to be next to me trick-or-treating...

My feet are starting to get sore. I decided to sit under a large tree next to an abandon house. I put my bag on my lap, looking through my goodies.

"Stop! It's my candy!"

"Huh?" I lift my head up for a second, looking around. Who said that?

"Don't be greedy! Give us some candy!"

There is it again! But it sounds different... I stand back up and drop my goodie bag by accident. Maybe it's best I leave it in this bush next to me. I quickly pick it up and place it inside the bush. I see a large branch next to it and decided to pick it up and try to find the sources of those voices. I walked around the abandon house until I was in the back I see three older boys surrounding a beautiful blonde girl wearing a bee costume.

" I saw you eat all your candy! Keep on trick-or-treating if you want more-HEY!" One of the older boys with red hair rudely took snatch her pretty pink pumpkin basket away from her.

"Yoinks! I got the bag, Tim!"

"Give it back!" The little blonde girl tried to take it back but the red head boy was much taller than her and is holding the basket over his head so she can't reach.
I could tell the girl was getting really frustrated with him and suddenly punched him in the nuts.

I had to cover my mouth because I almost burst out laughing when the boy let out a high-pitched girly scream dropping the bucket.

"You bitch!" The boy I think it's called 'Tim' ran at her with his fist lifted above his head.

Those jerks! That's her treats! If she doesn't want to share it then fine, you can't force her! Anger boiled inside of me and without thinking I ran out of my hiding spot holding the tree branch above my head and slam it right in 'Tim' back knees.

"Ahhh! What the fuck!?" Tim scream out in pain as he fell to the floor. Before his other friend could react I slam my two branch so hard on his no no area that it's snapped.

I think I heard a sound similar to cracking eggs when the tree branch had impact on his no no.

"Huh..." The blonde girl just looks at me like a goldfish her eyes wide eyes and her mouth just opening and closing.

"Run!" I ran towards her and grab her hand and the other hand grabbing her pink pumpkin. I ran as fast as I can far away from those boys before they could catch up with us.

"Over there!" She tugs at my hand in a different direction. I let her take the lead and she took us in a different part of the neighborhood full of children and parents.

"They can't get us here if there's adult supervising. Plus ma brothers are here." She told me, still hold my hand.

"Good for you! I have to go now!" I tried to leave but she actually has a tight grip on my hand

"Wait. I just want to ask you, why did you help me?" She turns around to face me looking up at me since I'm a few inches taller than her.

"What with that? You expecting a knight in shiny armor?" I blew a raspberry at her.

"How about I'm your knight in cardboard armor!" With our hands still attach I playfully twirled her. Making her beautiful puffy bee dress puff up a bit more as she giggles.

"You're funny. I'm Molly. Thanks for the saving me."

"I'm (Y/N)!" I pause for a second. What else do I say to a stranger I just met? "Wanna be my friend!?"

"Friend?..." Molly was slightly taken back at my request.

"Yes! I never had a friend before! And you're a pretty cool girl! Pretty please be my friend!" I gently place her bucket in front of her before grabbing both her hands. for some reason that made her blush.

"Sure, sugar. You'll be my first friend! I just moved here from Italy."

"Yay! I got a nickname! I think... Huggies!" I let go of her hands to engulf her in a big bear hug. But I wonder... what's Italy?

"Molly!"

"Molly! Where are yer?!"

"Molly! Where going home!"

Still holding Molly in a bear hug we both turn our heads to see two males walking in our direction. One boy that looks like her. He's even wearing a bee costume. The other one I can't really see that well because some people are blocking his way but I could tell he wearing dark color clothes and has black hair.

"My brothers! You'll love them! I- where are you going?" She looked at me confused. I let go over and start backing away.

"Sorry Molly I get nervous with more than one people... maybe next time and also I'm very tired." It's not a lie. I'm usually scared of people I could hold a small conversation with somebody but not for long but for some reason something told me to help Molly.

"Awww... OK... where can I find you? "

"Do you know where the band in the house we met? You'll find me there. Hopefully those dicks are not there anymore."

" The abandon house? Why are-!"

"Molly!"

"Bye!" Panics going through my body as I saw those two males finally close to Molly. I turned around and start running away!

"Who was that?! Was he giving you trouble?!" I heard a older male voice yell.

I don't know why that ticked me off. "I'M A GIRL, DAMN IT!" I yelled over my shoulder but didn't stop my running.

Small time skip:

I don't know what time is it but everybody went home now and only a few people are in the streets usually the bad ones. Those jerks that mess with me and Molly earlier were there when I try to go back I had to wait for a while in a tree but they finally left. I carefully crawled in a hole that was on the side of the house you can't see it unless you move a dried up bush out of your way.

My feet are so tired but at least nobody snatched my goodie bag! Still in the same bush where I left it! I walked in the kitchen where there's a rickety old wooden table in the center of it and dumped all my goodies on top of it.

"Jake pot!" I said in excitement as I took off my costume. My costume just glide in the air a bit before landing on the floor. I checked around my neck if my necklace is still there and it is.

I got a lot of homemade goods, candies and a bottle of water! Most kids probably get annoyed at the bottle of water but not for me!

I decide to eat some homemade cookies and save the rest for later. I shouldn't eat all of this at once I don't wanna get a tummy ache.

"Yummy!" My taste buds never taste something so sweet and delicious or is it just because I'm hungry but I don't care! "Sir would love this!"

I finish off my cookie and grab the second one plus the water and walks to the living room where I saw some rats munching on something that they shouldn't be.

"Raaawr! Go away you stupid rats don't chew that!" I roared and stomp my feet to scare away the rats and it work. As soon as they heard me they scattered away. "I hate rats!" I walked over to the couch where the rats were at. On the couch laid a man. The man had a long white beard with hints of black here and there, a black dirty old beanie on his bald head, a large old dirty red Christmas sweater that's way too big on his now skinny body, baggy dirty ripped up blue jeans and no shoes. His skin used to be a beautiful patchy caramel color now changed to a strange bluish gray color. His eyes are close but his mouth is open slightly. I noticed some bite marks on his poor cold skinny boney feet.

"Damn rats..." I placed the cookie and water next to him as I bend down in front of him and used his oversize baggy bluejeans to cover up his feet. "Sir I have met a girl today. She's a friend. I remember you always tell me to try to make a friend at least one." I would have love to wrap up his feet but I have no Band-Aids. I would cover his feet my shoes but my shoes don't fit him.

" I saved her from some jerks that try to take or treat goodies... we haven't talked a lot but she's really pretty and I would like her to meet you. A-and if she really wants to be my friend she'll come over! So... you should eat his cookie so you could come back to life! And also I got you some water you look so dry and thirsty."

I sit next to him. I start breaking the cooking in smaller bit so it could be easier for him to chew. I placed a small bits in his mouth but he doesn't move his mouth. "Please eat... if you eat your tummy will get food and if you tummy gets food you feel better. I always like to move around when I have a full tummy. Maybe water will help it wash it down." I twist open the cap of the water bottle. "Please... please drink..." I got on my knees and gently pour some water in his open mouth. I try not to overfill his mouth. "There... i'll help you to chew..." I put the cap on the water bottle again to save for later. I put my small hands on his jaw and try to close it. His skin is so stiff and cold...

"Sir come on... come back to me... eat... anything..." I feel something wet slide down my cheeks. I let go of this jaw. He wasn't going to eat again... all I could do is lift up his sweater and crawl inside. It smells really nasty but I don't care. I cuddled up against him hoping for some warm but only felt coldness and hardness. More tears escape my eyes as I sob softly.

"Sir... Papa..."

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